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  • Politics Is Like Hiring A Hitman
    by Scott Woods inPolitical on2020-08-13

    For me, politics is like hiring a hitman. I have values and things I care about. I care enough about them to at least bother voting for 5 minutes every year for one issue or another. And because I care at least that much, I vote for people who align with the ability to realize the things I care about.

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  • Punching Above Our Weight
    by Roger Madison Jr. inPolitical on2020-07-24

    I believe our vote is the punctuation of our voice. Without that resounding exclamation mark, I believe our voices are just incoherent noise.

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  • BLACK PROGRESS AMIDST SOCIAL CHAOS
    by Roger Madison Jr. inPolitical on2020-06-16

    Recent events have raised the profile of historical injustice and inequities here in the USA. The entire world has taken note of the fact that BLACK LIVES MATTER.   We invite all of our friends to engage in actions that result in the greatest movement for change in our history. It is imperative that we take advantage of this opportunity to affect a positive change by ACTING IN OUR SELF-INTERESTS.

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  • Living in a Black No-Man's Land
    by Roger Madison Jr. inOur Community on2019-10-28

    There are many narratives that define the Black experience in America in this 2nd decade of the 21st century. Our striving over the centuries of our sojourn in this nation is a tapestry of every human experience -- oppression, enslavement, forced assimilation, dehumanization, exclusion, segregation, isolation, struggle, perseverance, achievement, excellence, celebration, mourning, despair, progress, setbacks, lynching, assassination, genocide, terror, self-hatred, low esteem, pride,...

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  • Fighting Racism
    by Scott Woods inOur Community on2018-10-25

    I had a boss who was racist. Not an outright bigot, of course; her toolbox was more subtle than most. We bumped heads a lot over inconsequential things. She frequently couldn’t keep my name out her mouth. Lot of gaslighting. You know…2018 style. I tried a lot of ways to combat or navigate her issues. None of them worked, and that’s saying a lot because I’m really good at fighting racism. But at the end of the day – every day – she was my boss, I had to deal with her, and that was that. Finally I...

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Your Evening

The night was warm and full of electricity as they had their first meeting. She was a lovely beauty in her fullness as he was awe inspiring in his firmness and rugged looks. They had chatted before and wondered what the night might lead to...Their eveing began with a candlelight dinner that produced some wine and some casual small talk as they tried to read each other's minds. Being the romatic that he was he gave her a yellow rose to symbolize friendship and a thank you for her time this night she returned his gesture with a soft kiss on his cheek as he blushed, he always like seeing a lady's eyes light up and her smile and warmth.

The dinner went well as she wore a body hugging dress that revealed her best features and this did not go unnoticed as he complimented her exquiste selection of clothing. They were getting to know each other more and more as she reached across the table and held her hand she was touched by this moment as she grasped his hands and looked into his dark eyes. They felt a bond growing between them as they held hands and the ease of their conversation was as if they had known each other for much longer than what really was. As they finished their meals he asked her to join him for a sumptuous dessert that he had made at his home, she was quite shocked at first seeing that this was their first date, but also amazed at how well the evening was going so she was interested in seeing what he had made.

They made their way out of the restaurant, holding hands and trading flirting looks, he paused for a moment and kissed her softly on her moist lips, she slowly let her tongue lick his as they delicately held each other and savored the sweet juices that were being exchanged. He pulled asay and smile opening her car door she slid in, he noticed the dress show off her shapely legs and wondered to himself how fine they looked. He opened his door, sat down and leaned over for another tast of her honey lips, mm, she was delicious and she held him tighter this time...her mind buzzing wondering what that dessert would be and damn this felt like dessert to her she thought.

They wondered what the rest of the night will hold...

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